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Embryo	By : kawaiikyo Category: > Die/Kyo Views: 2492 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction! I do not know Dir en grey, and I do not profit from these writings.

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Die was getting much more comfortable with the whole domination act with Kyo. It was easier to use force with the boy and even easier to separate that side of things from how he normally acted. The moment they both left the stage, they became two different people. Die found it funny how effortless it felt to take the kid backstage afterward and kiss him or hug him, as though he hadn’t been calling him degrading, sexual names ten minutes prior.

The riding crop was the redhead’s new best friend. At that moment, he stood near the kid’s side, tracing the curve of the boy’s ass with the end of the crop. Kyo had his rear in the air as he masturbated with a dildo, exposing himself to the audience easily that way. His face was pressed against the surface of the stage, flushed, which was no surprise to Die.

Something about Kyo’s expression bothered the redhead, though. He seemed troubled by something that evening, distant from what he was doing at that moment. “Are you alright?” Die asked, just loudly enough for Kyo to hear him, frowning.

The blond was working the dildo in and out of his pussy at an even pace, but it was quickly ripped out and dropped to the floor before the boy got up off the stage and bolted to the bathroom. Brushing quickly past the couple there and into one of the stalls, he emptied the contents of his stomach into the porcelain bowl. He gripped the edges tightly as another wave of nausea hit him, making him vomit once more. Kyo was stuck there for a good ten or fifteen minutes on the floor, throwing up.

Disregarding the bewildered audience, Die rushed offstage just a moment after Kyo did. He had then quickly located the bathroom and went inside. There were the distinct sounds of sex from one of the stalls, which Die had ignored as he looked for Kyo. Once he had found the boy, he had no problems with getting in the stall with him. The vomit didn’t bother him in the least as he sat there, holding back Kyo’s blond hair. For a few long moments, things continued that way—the boy’s nausea fading before rushing back full-force.

A few tears from vomiting slipped past Kyo’s lashes and down his cheeks as his stomach continued to relent against him. It was a while before the boss came in, looking for the pair after letting the next group take the stage in place of them. “Kyo, Die, what’s going on?” He demanded before halting at the stall and immediately stopped his questions as he saw the boy emptying anything and everything from his stomach.

“Maybe he’s got a bug or something,” Die offered, pulling Kyo’s hair back tighter. They boy gave a particularly rough-sounding retch and the redhead winced in response. He hoped that it was just a bug, anyway. “I think he needs to just go home.” The other man nodded at Die, consenting, while looking at Kyo with concern. Kyo was one of the best members there and everybody knew it.

After a long while, the blond finally felt safe to move away from the toilet. The couple that had been in there left to give them privacy. The boy groaned, slowly standing from the floor and moving to the sinks to wash his mouth out. With that done, Kyo moved to sit down on the small loveseat in the bathroom and sighed heavily, his hand resting on his stomach.

Die stood awkwardly in front of Kyo, worried about the blond. The boy was wilted on the seat placed in the restroom, looking intensely uncomfortable.
Frowning, Die wondered if it might be better to take Kyo back to his dressing room. He had no idea who all had used that seat as a fucking area, which was precisely why it was there, he presumed. “Come on,” he said, extending his hands to the kid, “Let’s take you back to your room and get you out of that shit.” That corset of Kyo’s couldn’t be helping matters in any way.

Taking Die’s hand, Kyo stood slowly and leaned against him. He reached back with his free hand and untied his corset, letting it loosen on its own as they walked back to the room. Slipping out of the corset, he collapsed on the bed and pulled off his boots before relaxing back on the bed and groaning. “Die; take me to the closest store that’s still open, please.” Kyo had a feeling he knew what was causing this, but he had to make sure. Slowly, he stood from the bed and got dressed quickly so they could leave as soon as possible.

“Alright,” Die said, checking for his keys and phone. Kyo redressed himself in record time and was ready to go. They left the club and climbed into Die’s car, riding in silence. The redhead kept sneaking glances at the boy as he drove, searching for an open store. Kyo looked drained of color and Die sincerely hoped that the kid wasn’t about to heave again. Luckily, the blond’s stomach stayed calm until they reached a drugstore that was open.

Getting out of the car, Kyo wasted no time in entering the store and going straight to the feminine isle. He searched until he found what he was looking for and pulled it off the shelf. The boy didn’t know if Die had the intent of following him in or not, but he didn’t care. Going to the front counter, he pulled out his wallet and ignored the look the person gave him as they rang him up.

He paid for the item and took it without a bag and exited the store.
Die hadn’t bothered to trail after Kyo, figuring that the kid could manage on his own. He hadn’t been asked to follow the other in, so he simply stayed in the car and waited for Kyo to return. He spotted him leaving the store, walking briskly toward the car. The door opened and the boy climbed in silently.

Die quirked his eyebrow slightly, curious as to what exactly he had purchased. There was a rectangular box gripped in the kid’s hands. Dragging his attention away momentarily, he started the car again and pulled out of the lot. “What’s that?” he asked, focusing his eyes on the task of driving.

“I’ll tell you when we get to your place.” Kyo knew they were going back to Die’s. He held the box close, his grip tight on it, causing the cardboard to bend in his grasp slightly. Loosening his grip, he looked out the window and watched the scenery go by.

By the time they reached his house, Die was itching to know what the big deal was. What was so fucking important in that box that Kyo couldn’t tell him? He switched off the car and jolted, almost dropping the keys in the process. He hesitated to open the door, throwing his gaze over at the boy. “Kyo… please tell me that isn’t a pregnancy test.” Let it be toothpaste, lube, anything else.

“… It’s a pregnancy test…” He hesitated, his hands shaking slightly as he answered. Taking in a deep breath and sighing, he grabbed his things and getting out of the car. His legs were weak as he walked to the front door of Die’s house and waited for the redhead to follow. Kyo only hoped that the redhead wouldn’t forbid him from his home and take him home. He wouldn’t know what to do if his parents found out.

Die followed after the blond, feeling his stomach flipping wildly. Oh shit—he had gotten himself into this hole, he reminded himself as he moved forward to unlock the door. “Go on,” he said, “Go take that test.” He wasn’t sure how to behave, but more than anything, he just wanted to know the result as soon as possible.

Kyo nodded and made his way through Die’s home, going into the bathroom and shutting the door. He opened the box and read the directions before taking the test. It sat on the sink as he sat on the floor, back against the wall next to the toilet. His nausea started to come back slightly, so he wanted to be sure he was next to the toilet if it hit him. The designated time was up for the test strip, so he got up from the floor and opened the bathroom door. He didn’t want to look at the test, he was far too nervous.

His bathroom door opened and Die peeled himself from his leaning position against the wall just outside of the room, bizarrely interested in what that fucking test had to say. Kyo looked on edge and that made the redhead equally nervous. “Well?” he asked, “What did it say?”

“I didn’t read it yet… I’m too nervous…” He fidgeted with the hem of his shirt, keeping his head hung. “I kind of… wanted you here when I read it.” Turning around slowly, he reached over and grabbed the test. Kyo moved to sit down on the toilet and pulled the instructions close to read them. “Alright… Blue line, pregnant, red line, not pregnant…” Taking in a deep breath, he looked down at the test.

There were the signals, Die thought. Blue was bad and red was good. Red was the alert that maybe he should call things quits with this kid and cut his losses while he could. He stepped up next to Kyo and looked down at the plastic stick held in the boy’s hands. He saw a vibrant, blue line and felt bile rising in his throat. It burned and he didn’t trust himself to speak. Oh fuck.

Crumbling the directions in his hands, Kyo threw the stick and the directions in the trash. He washed his hand quickly and sat back down on the toilet, placing his head in his hands. Kyo didn’t speak. What would he say? ‘You’re a dad now, but I’m just a kid and now my life’s fucked up because of it’? Kyo sighed heavily before a wave of nausea hit him. He quickly got off the toilet and flipped up the lid and seat, throwing up violently into the bowl.

Die had the suspicion that if he stuck around, he would start vomiting as well. He had never been a sympathy puker, but it wasn’t exactly sympathy that he was feeling. He wheeled around and yanked the door open, hearing it slam against the inside wall of his bathroom when he let go. The redhead paused long enough to kick the hamper of dirty clothes he kept just outside of the bathroom, scattering the contents on the floor.

He fumed as he walked aimlessly, grinding his teeth roughly together. Finding himself in the living room, he took out his aggression on the wall nearest him. His fist colliding with the wall gave him a strangely satisfying rush, so he repeated it with both hands, livid. Luckily, he had nothing hanging on the wall, for it would have fallen and broken. Die wouldn’t have cared, but the thought came to him all the same.

Finally finding his courage enough to get him out of the house, Kyo stood to his feet. He washed out his mouth quickly and flushed the toilet before grabbing his things from off the floor. Slinging his bag over his shoulder, he quietly walked out into the hall. He stood around the corner away from Die, trying his best not to make a sound. Biting his lip, he took in a deep breath and found his strength in his legs to move himself towards the living room and the front door.

In his peripheral vision, Die spotted Kyo walking by. He stopped what he was doing, letting his fists hang uselessly by his sides. “Where are you going?” he asked, his voice sounding too guttural to his own ears.

The boy swallowed and hesitated. He stood rigid as he turned and faced Die. “H-home…” He hesitated, his breathing coming out in pants. He couldn’t believe how afraid he was now of Die, but he was. The other was so furious and Kyo didn’t want to be caught in the redhead’s rampage.

“No, you’re not,” Die responded, taking in a deep breath. The kid looked terrified and it bothered Die because he knew that fear was all from how he was behaving. To be honest, he wasn’t even mad at Kyo for being pregnant—he was mad with himself for causing it. “I’ll take you home if you want to go, but you’re not walking there.”

“T-that’s okay. I’ll go by myself, it’s fine.” He clutched the string of his bag tightly as he slowly inched his way towards the front door. Kyo was starting to shake from both fear and the threat of breaking down. He knew this would happen, he should have expected it, but he didn’t stop it. The blond had no idea until it was too late, and now, he was stuck with it. There was no way Kyo would think of abortion, that was definitely not an option.

Moving from his place, Die went to the door and placed his hand over the knob, wincing slightly when the knuckles ached loudly in protest. “No,” he said, staring the blond down, “You won’t.” He gripped the doorknob tighter and shifted himself farther in the boy’s path. “Go sit on the couch; go to my room; somewhere—please,” he added, swallowing.

Kyo nodded quickly and scrambled over to the couch and sat down. He pulled his bag close and held it tight as he watched Die wide-eyed. He didn’t know what the redhead had planned, but he didn’t like where it was going. “Really, I can go home… I’ll be fine, I’ll walk, it’s okay.” His voice was small; he didn’t dare speak too loud.

Trudging over to stand in front of Kyo, Die sighed before sitting down next to him. “For God’s sake, stop giving me that look,” the redhead blurted out, dragging his palm over his face and exhaling again. “I’m not going to hit you,” he said, his tone softer this time. “I’m not mad, alright? At least, not at you,” he reassured, seeing the suspicious, wary look on Kyo’s face.

“I can leave, like, right now. I’ll be out of your life and everything. If my parents don’t kick me out, I’ll leave you alone and I’ll take care of this thing myself and I won’t bother you again.” Kyo blurted out as he shifted to move away from Die, still not quite trusting him.

“Like hell you will,” Die interjected. “Do you honestly think that I’m going to let you walk out of here with all of this on your lap? Is that the kind of person you think I am? If that’s the case, why were you screwing around with me in the first place?” Hesitating, he reached over and let his palm rest on the boy’s thigh. “This is my problem, too.”

“I didn’t know… I mean, I really like you, but I don’t know how much you like me to even keep going in this. I’m prepared to leave you be if that’s what you want…” He relaxed slightly once he determined that Die’s touch wasn’t harmful. “I’m sorry… you just… you really scared me and I thought you were going to hurt me because of this so I tried to bolt when I could…”

Die laughed slightly. “The only time I’ll hit you is when you’re wearing that corset and those heels…” he paused, mortified, “Oh hell, you’re out of a job!” He was just fucking this kid’s life up left and right, wasn’t he? “This is my entire fault, Kyo. What do you want to do about this?” he asked at last.

“No, it’s okay, it doesn’t matter if I’m pregnant or not, I can still work. They haven’t had a pregnancy fetish in a while, so they’d be glad to have another one.” Kyo sighed and shook his head slightly. He leaned back and slumped his shoulders as he looked at the floor. “I can’t get rid of it now, it’s too late. And I will not in any way, shape, or form going to consider an abortion.”

That scared Die—the mere thought of some doctor obscenely dressed in white going in and scraping out the baby that he and Kyo had made. His stomach churned violently for a few moments and he forced the need to get sick back. “No, you’re definitely not getting an abortion,” he said, taking a deep breath. “But, maybe we should keep this quiet for a while.” The last thing Die needed was Kyo telling his parents what had happened before he had a chance to think about what he was going to do about this.

“Yeah… I have no idea if my parents will even accept this or not.” Kyo sighed and leaned over to rest his head on the redhead’s shoulder. “I don’t know what to do, but I want this baby. I’m sorry this happened, I really am.” He curled up on the couch and yawned as he rested his head on Die’s chest. “You know, my chest has been kind of sore. I think this is probably why.” The boy shrugged and shifted as he pressed flush to Die and closed his eyes. Exhaustion was getting to him and throwing up like he had at the club and earlier didn’t help matters much.

“Do you want to go home or stay here?” Die asked, feeling better about not talking about their predicament for the time being. Reaching up, he snagged a piece of blond’s hair and toyed with it, wrapping it around his finger before letting it go. The redhead had a strange feeling that Kyo was playing him and that if he left that evening, he might actually take off.

“… I’ll stay here if you don’t mind…” He yawned once more as he shifted to cuddle up close to Die. Kyo still didn’t know how Die felt about the situation, but he was ready to bolt if the opportunity was given. Seeing Die like that scared the blond and he wasn’t sure of the redhead would turn on him and start beating him or not.

“I’m offering,” Die said, smiling faintly. In a strange way, he suddenly felt as though he already had a child to take care of. It wasn’t the most sexually alluring thing he had experienced, in all honesty. Maybe that was for the best, though.

“You came straight from the club—you need a bath,” he said, gently nudging the blond. He had seen Kyo sleep before—if the kid fell asleep, there was no getting him to wake up until it was time. “And while you’re in there, I probably need to get you some food. What do you feel like?” He felt as though the more normal he tried to keep things, the easier they would be. He hoped, at least.

“I don’t know… I’m so tired now.” He mumbled as he curled around Die. Even though they left early, Kyo was still very tired. Kyo wrapped his arms around Die’s waist and held him tight as he cuddled his head on the other’s chest. “Sleep first… food later…” He groaned out and yawned, trying his best to keep the other close so he could sleep.

Well damn, Die thought, frowning slightly. Kyo’s arms were starting to form a bit of a death-hold around the redhead’s middle and it was obvious that he had lost that battle. Placing his hand atop the boy’s arm, he stroked the skin with his fingertips for a moment before sliding it upward. Shifting around, he managed to tug himself out of Kyo’s grasp, earning a disgruntled look from the boy. “Come on,” he said, bending to scoop the blond up, “You can sleep, but not here.”

Die almost laughed at Kyo, realizing how high from the ground the kid must have felt. The boy was much shorter than the redhead and no problem to lift. The question of how much Kyo would weigh once he was farther along came to him and squelched Die’s humor slightly, but he hid it. He took a turn into the hall and went to the end of it, nudging his door open. Once there, he placed the blond on the bed and took a seat on the edge of the mattress. A sigh escaped him and
he glanced at the boy, mind blank at the moment.

Kyo gave a small sound and reached up to tug at Die’s shirt. He liked being close to the redhead and being held by him while he slept. The one thing Kyo couldn’t have at home. His fingers gripped the other’s shirt loosely in his grasp and tugging it slightly to get Die to take the hint.

Gently prying Kyo’s fingers from the fabric of his shirt, Die shifted and clambered over the boy’s body. The redhead settled next to the blond, reaching out to snag the other’s slender waist and tug him closer. He recalled the way there had hardly been an inch between their bodies when they woke up the one time Kyo had stayed the night prior to this one.

The boy moved back against Die and sighed softly. His nausea had decided to leave him alone long enough to sleep. “I’m supposed to have school tomorrow… I don’t want to go, I’ll be sick most of the day.” Kyo mumbled softly as he turned in the other’s grasp to cuddle up against the other’s chest.

“Then don’t,” Die said, shrugging slightly. He didn’t see the problem in the kid missing a day. Maybe if Kyo could spend a day sleeping and not worrying about as little as possible, he would feel better. Even the first time Die met the boy, he could tell that the kid was perpetually tired.

“You don’t mind?” Kyo looked up at Die innocently. “I already know I’m calling off of work tomorrow.” He moved his hand up to grasp the other’s shirt as he stared tiredly up at the redhead.

Die shook his head slightly. “That’s fine,” he reassured. The redhead brought his index finger up and dragged it lightly across Kyo’s cheek. God, the kid had baby skin still—it seemed like he had never had the need to shave once in his lifetime.

“Thanks…” He smiled softly before closing his eyes and sighing once more, letting himself drift to sleep. His body relaxed as it tangled with the redhead’s. The boy’s mouth fell open slightly as he slept; making soft sounds in his sleep from sighs to soft mewls.

Die didn’t respond; he just kept laying there, listening to the other breathing. That was novel—being with the kid and not having the urge to sink his cock into him. Had the baby changed things already? Ghosting his hand over the flat, fabric-covered area of Kyo’s stomach, he swallowed and let his head flop back against the pillow with a near-inaudible exhale.
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